For years I’ve lived,
walking on paths half paved;
but that once when you waved,
my life, had been saved.
You took me in, sayin’ I was yours,
once you came home drunk and had me on all fours;
from that day on, I was left to just chores,
while you kissed ass at Simran Kaur’s.
When I asked your mom, she said “bahut achcha hai*”,
never really knowing, she was talking bout’ your pay;
you only talked bout’ your ghar*, back in Bombay,
im actually quite happy, when we divorced in May.
*bahut achcha hai- very good
By: Aishwarya Arul